Silly gay marriage and Christians

Everybody knows that I am so sick of Christians who are against gay marriage. They have silly and insulting arguments, like, “Why don’t we all just marry our dogs then?” or arguments that don’t have any kind of foundation, like, “We believe that marriage is between a man and a woman.” Just because you believe doesn’t make it a fact. It’s like using matchsticks as steel girders when building a new building. It’s going to fail, obviously. So it makes me realise and laugh at what a bunch of hypocrites they are for saying such things. This blog post points out just how religious people who are against same-sex marriage are a huge bunch of hypocrites.

“According to Deuteronomy 22:28-29 a man can marry his rape victim, Deuteronomy 21:11-14 says a man can marry his female prisoner of war, Judges 19:1-30 reminds us that a man is not limited to his wife, he may take concubines.”

What annoys me about this is that Christians who are against gay marriage say that marriage should be between a man and a woman, because apparently, as long as there’s a man and a woman, it’s a lot better than what those dirty gays could offer. Even if there is cheating and ownership of a woman as if she’s property. Gosh, you gotta love that hypocrisy!

I remember watching this thing on Sunrise about same-sex marriage (I can’t find the bloody video), and they were asking whether or not Australia should allow gay marriage. The opposition, apart of a huge conservative religious political group was against it and used the “arguments” above, which is typical. He also even added that in no way a same-sex relationship could possibly be stable because of polygamy and because there would be so much cheating. The people for same-sex marriage – who were same-sex couple – blew his insult right out of the water by telling him that they have been in a relationship for 16 years and are still together in fact.

But in other (better) news, a 9 year old organises an equal rights rally!

This is fucked

Yeah, this is fucked. Remember the TAFE assignment I was talking about? Due to a lack of communication and the ambiguity I just decided to call it off. I don’t understand how the heck that happens, the teacher I was co-ordinating this with, I talked to him for an hour and told him about my idea and we kept discussing the same problems for some strange reason and it just never went anywhere. Too weird. So I just gave up. I don’t think the teacher was too excited about this from the get-go, so I guess he was mostly no. It makes me wonder when people say no, whether they just can’t do it, or they won’t.

But that’s okay. I’m MC anyway, and this should be interesting. I need to write up introductions for each act, and my classmate and I are going to be handing out flyers on the day to remind everyone to get to gig. Or else. I’ll also have to rehearse something to say for the gig as we make our rounds as well.

And I said I wanted to do this for my future career

Fuck.
So for this Tafe assignment we have to organise a concert. If any of you ever wish to work in the business side of the music industry, know someone famous that has connections to drugs because you’ll probably need it.

1. When there’s a group of people that work together to organise something, you know that there’s always going to be someone in that group that voluntarily chooses to organise everything (whether they know it or not) and get super-stressed about it. It works off other people (like me). Sometimes the person who is getting stressed wants to throw an axe at my head because they think people like me are inept. Yet I am the one who is meant to throw an axe at said person’s head because I am not the one who thinks I can organise everything by myself.
2. I didn’t have anyone to perform with so I thought I should perform with the Peformance class. I proposed to the two teachers teaching that class my idea and they left my some very vague answers. Today, I went to their class to figure it out (even though I knew it was probably going to take up their class time). During this time, I got a lecture that I wasn’t organised enough. Considering the fact that I’ve never done this, the class only has three weeks altogether to organise this (now it’s one week left) and they left some very vague answers, the whole point of going up to their class to figure this out was to avoid such a lecture in the first place. Oh, the irony fucking kills me.

I am going to go postal very soon.

I got fired

I got fired from the band. I am no longer the drummer for said band. This sucks. I know this is going to take forever for me to get over. I just know. I get too hung up on things like these. It’s a bad habit of mine. Turns out the lead singer’s good friend needed work, and also, the other band members could only rock up on Monday, in which I was the only one who couldn’t do that. Which I understand. But it sucks to be fired. Rejection is such a cruel thing.